I forgot to plug in my freezer after disconnecting it to free up a spot on the power socket on Saturday, so basically all my food has gone bad. I still have some breakfast and lunch food in the refrigerator, but that’s about it. I won’t be able to do much grocery shopping this week due to all the shit I have to get done, and the most convenient store for me to get to is closed until the fall, so I’m pretty much fucked, food-wise, for a few days.

I can’t stand what people believe are Chinese accents. Every time I hear one from a North American source, the accent can’t be further from realism. Every time a Chinese person is on the Simpson’s, or a Crank Yankers prank call from a Chinese guy, or even the fucking Chinese people speak in C&C: Generals, I get pissed off. Why don’t they just get an actual Chinese person to do the accent? The accents are not even close to what a nasty Chinese person sounds like. It’s like they have to tone down the accent so that people can recognize it (let alone understand what the person is saying), and so that it can be accepted by the general public.

Speaking of C&C: Generals, I was able to get my hands on a copy of it today, a few days before it’s due out in Canada. It looks amazing, but possibly a little too cluttered for actual gameplay purposes. I’m not sure if I’ll buy it yet. I’ll probably wait and see if my friends are interested in purchasing it for online play, and if I get addicted enough to warrant support of EA Games, although I’m sure they have enough money as a publisher of mainstream games already.

I got a compliment on my black nail polish today. I was pleased, I guess, but I suppose that it’s rare that one would make a bad comment on something like that; I think that most people, if not finding it atractive, would simply remain silent.

Somehow I got an 80% on my cryptography assignment. I imagine that the class average was around there. The questions were so difficult that the TA had to be extremely generous with the marks. Pat ended up getting 88%, which I feel is unfair, since he spent so much more time on his assignment than I did. It seems to be such a plight of university, that professors don’t realize that students’ capabilities are much lower than theirs.

I just finished the bulk of my mid-terms, though probably not unscathed. I hope that I can pass all of them, but I believe that I only passed one or two so far. I only have one left to go, but it should be much simpler, as I have the week-end to study for it. I believe that the problem this time was the fact that the three hardest mid-terms were bunched together in three consecutive days. That, and the fact that I should pay attention in class instead of trying to rescue Baby Mario from Baby Bowser. Quite the excuse.

I get to go out for lunch tomorrow at a place called The Black Tomato, as a co-worker is moving to a different division office in another city, and the workers here want to say goodbye. This means that I should be able to get an extra half-hour off work, and hopefully I can get drunk before continuing for the rest of the work day. I’ve only actually been inebriated at work twice before, both times from a drinking lunch as well. I hope they have Strongbow or Double Diamond on tap.

Louise asked me today how I can walk with my pants so baggy. I told her that walking was easy, because it feels like you’re not walking with pants on at all, which, I imagine, is a good thing.

I felt unkempt for most of the week, until today, after I was finally able to get a haircut, wash my dishes, clean my room, and just generally get things in order.

I don’t really know what to say. I’m just generally feeling shitty. I can’t concentrate on my homework, I’m slacking off at work, and I have lots to do. I didn’t know I had an assignment due today, so I handed in some rough work of about a quarter of the assignment. I actually had the whole thing done, but I didn’t bring it to class. Then I have a mid-term tomorrow, for which I’ve only studied about an hour, worth 30% of my final mark. I just can’t seem to concentrate on anything. So I painted my nails black today.

People sometimes ask me why I do it. Whenever I tell them, they never understand, which wouldn’t bother me so much, if they would actually try to understand. But people just judge, and never question. Fuck.